Scott Summers woke to the feeling of hands running up and down his body. He opened his eyes and saw his wife leaning over him. When she saw him watching her, she bent her head and ran her tongue down his chest. He pulled her up and latched his lips to hers. Their tongues battled for domination and Jean's hands caressed his face. When he realized that she didn't have to navigate around his glasses he pulled back. He pushed her hair out of her face.

"This is a dream isn't it?" She smiled at him and bent her head. "I think so, but who cares, Scott. Go with it," she whispered in his ear. Then she sucked on the lobe of his ear. He quickly forgot to wonder just whose dream this was as Jean's mouth traveled down his neck.

He ran his hands over her body and with no clothes to hinder him, he was able to tease every spot he knew of that would drive her crazy. She moaned and then latched onto his collarbone and bit down. He hissed at the pain but his hips bucked up into hers and he tilted his head back to give her more space. She pulled back and lapped at the blood that flowed from the wound. She looked up and she stared into his chocolate brown eyes. For a moment she wondered if that was really what his eyes looked like. Then Scott hit one of her most sensitive spots and her eyes shut and she moaned with pleasure. She couldn't take much more, but she wanted Scott to feel the same pleasure that she was feeling. She tried to reach out with her mind, but found that there was no link and she had no powers. She panicked for a moment, before remembering that it was a dream and she would have to share the pleasure the old fashioned way.

She bent her head again and slowly made her way down his chest. Stopping to suck and bite his nipples for a short time. When Scott started to moan she moved further down until she reached his cock. It was hard and already leaking fluid. She held it in her hand and gave it a few jerks. Scott's hips bucked and he gave a small shout. She lapped at the tip of his cock and tasted the precome collected in the slit. Giving her husband head was not something she did often; she normally found semen to be bitter and very unpleasant. Scott knew this and didn't ask it of her often, but at that moment the taste of her mate was ambrosia.

She took the head of his cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Scott's hips jerked and his cock went further into her mouth. He forced his hips down and his cock fell out of her mouth. They both gave a moan of disappointment and she quickly took his cock back into her mouth and went down further on it.

She continued to take his cock further down her throat until her nose was pressed against his stomach. She didn't stop to wonder how she could take so much, when before only half of her husband's length had made her gag. It was only a dream after all. She swallowed around the hard length and Scott shouted. Jean could tell that he was getting close to coming. She pulled off of him and he moaned in disappointment.

She crawled on top of him and straddled him. She waited until he was watching her before positioning him and sinking down onto him. Her head fell back and her eyes closed at the feeling of him inside of her. She never got tired of the feeling of him filling her. It was as if he was made for her. Scott watched her as she sank down on him. He fought to keep his eyes open. He wanted to watch every moment. Without the glasses everything was shaper and clearer. He watched as Jean rose and then dropped back down on him. His hips bucked as he tried to get further inside of the woman he loved.

He had been shocked when she had taken his cock into her mouth, but he wasn't about to complain. The few times that she had relented and had given him a blowjob had been wonderful. As much as she might not like to do it, her mouth was made for it. His attention was brought back to the present when Jean cried out and he could feel her muscles rippling around him as she reached climax. Just then a bright light surrounded them and they were frozen. Scott couldn't move, but he could feel Jean still climaxing around him. It was starting to drive him crazy, feeling himself reach the point of climax and beyond, but not being able to go over the edge.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a door open and some one being pushed into the room. The door closed and the light went away. Scott no longer cared about the other person, as his mind was ripped to shreds by the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced.

Jean felt her husband buck up into her and she could feel herself clench around his hard length. A bright light came on and she couldn't move except for the muscles surrounding her husband. She wanted, needed to writhe with the ecstasy but her muscles wouldn't respond.

She was vaguely aware of someone coming into the room, but then the light was turned off and she felt her husband explode inside of her. Her body slumped as she lost consciousness for a moment.

Logan woke to find himself naked in a bare room. Suddenly one of the walls shimmered and he saw Jean and Scott in bed together. He hissed through his teeth as he watched them pleasure each other. It was difficult not to be aroused watching them. They were beautiful together and he knew he wanted them both.

He had fought his attraction for Scott for years before finally admitting to himself that even if he one day convinced Jean that he was the right person for her, he wouldn't be completely satisfied, that he wanted her husband as much as he wanted Jean.

His arousal deepened as he watched Jean suck Scott's cock. He wasn't sure if he wished he were in Scott or Jean's place. He wanted to be in both so badly. He watched Jean mount her husband and saw Scott buck up into her wetness. Suddenly a door opened in one of the other walls and he was pushed out of the room by an unseen force. He tried to extend his claws but found that they would not respond. He was pushed down the hall towards another door. The door opened and he was shoved inside.

He came to a halt when he saw Jean and Scott bathed in a golden light, frozen. Both of them had looks of pleasure so intense it was painful. The light went away and Scott screamed as he climaxed. Jean gasped and then fell onto her husband as she clearly lost consciousness.

He stood, unable to move as he watched Jean start to stir. She sat up and gasped. Her hips jerked and Scott moaned.

"You're still hard," she said, breathing hard.

"I know. I don't know...."

"It's a dream, Scott. Go with it." She moaned as she started to ride him once more. She looked over towards where Logan was standing. "Logan," she gasped.

Scott's head swung over so he could see Logan. He had a surprised look on his face, but he never stopped thrusting up into Jean. His eyes ran over Logan, lingering at the hard erection.

Logan tried to stop the blush he could feel rising in his face. Scott took a hand off of Jean's waist and held it out to him. "Come'ere, Logan," Scott practically ordered.

Logan found that he could not disobey and he started walking towards Scott. He placed his hand in Scott's out stretched one and Scott pulled him onto the bed. Logan was kneeling next to Scott's head. He looked over at Jean and saw her smiling at him.

"It's a dream, Logan. Don't be afraid," she said, her eyes closing as her husband's free hand cupped one of her breasts.

Scott pulled Logan closer and in a quick move he twisted his upper body and swallowed Logan's cock in one movement. Logan howled in surprise and his hips bucked trying to get deeper into the wet warmth. He felt Jean's fingers thrust into his hair and she pulled him closer to her so that she could kiss him. No, kiss was the wrong word. Devour was much closer to what she did to his mouth. Her tongue searched his mouth, trying to taste every centimeter. Logan wasn't sure what to focus on, Jean tasted wonderful, but the feeling of Scott's mouth around his cock was incredible. Jean pulled back and grinned at him.

"He is wonderful with that mouth isn't he? You would never think that stuffy old Cyclops knew so many tricks with his tongue." She ran her hand down the side of his face. "Oh God," she cried out as one of Scott's thrusts hit her G-spot. "Oh, that's it, Scott, right there!" She looked back at Logan. "We have wanted you for so long, Logan, but there was no way I would have you without Scott. I know this is only a dream, but this is the best one I've ever had." Logan tried to respond but the words stuck in his throat as he looked at her. She was flushed and her hair was sticking to her face and neck. She had never looked more beautiful to him. He reached out and ran his hands along her body. Her skin was like silk. She was right, this was the best dream. It was a dream he hoped would never end.

He could feel Scott swallowing around his cock before pulling back to run his tongue around the head. Jean was right about Scott, he had a very talented mouth. He reached down and ran his fingers through Scott's think brown hair and he cupped the back of his head.

"That's it, Cyke. God, ya feel so good." Scott looked up at Logan as the older man whispered encouragement. He could feel his orgasm rising. "Scott, I'm about ta come," he warned.

Scott's response was to start sucking harder. He felt Logan start to swell and he pulled back so that Logan's come didn't go straight down his throat. Bitter, salty liquid filled his mouth and he swallowed as fast as he could but it soon overflowed and it came out of his mouth and ran down his chin.

Scott pulled off and Jean thrust her hands in his hair and pulled his head into position and she licked Logan's come off his face. Logan tasted as good as her husband had earlier. Once she had cleaned Scott's face she kissed him and reveled in the mix of flavors. She could taste Logan, and under it all was the familiar flavor of her beloved.

She sat up straight and started to ride Scott harder. She watched as his face twisted in what seemed to be pain, but his hands gripped her waist harder and he thrust up into her with as much force possible. Jean had never seen her husband this out of control and she quickly found that she like it.

Scott thrust up into her once more and exploded. He lost awareness for a few seconds and when he came too, Jean was lying next to him writhing, it was clear that she had not come yet and was almost there. Scott's last orgasm had done him in, and was no longer hard, but he looked over at Logan who still was. "She wants you, Logan. Take her," Scott said, his voice hoarse from yelling. Logan looked at him in surprise. Scott grinned at him. "I know you want her and I want to see it. I was opposed to it before because I didn't want to be left out. Take her, Logan."

Logan didn't need to be told again. He climbed over Scott and lowered himself between Jean's legs. When Jean felt a body cover hers she smiled and looked up. When she saw Logan she was surprised for a moment and looked over at Scott. Scott smiled at her and she understood.

She wrapped her arms around Logan. "Please, Logan."

Logan lowered her head and kissed her tenderly. He ran his hands down her body, cataloging every shiver and moan. He soon had her writhing and begging. He relented and sank into her wetness. His eyes closed at the feeling of rightness in being inside of her.

Jean gasped. He was not as long as Scott, but he was thicker and she could feel the difference. While Scott filled every part of her, Logan stretched her and fulfilled her in a completely different way.

Logan started thrusting and Jean moaned at the sensation. She felt Logan's hands resting beside her head so that his upper body was lifted up so he could watch her and get deeper and harder thrusts. Hands roaming her torso surprised her and when she opened her eyes she saw Scott's hands alternating between caressing her and caressing Logan. She looked into his eyes and saw desire and lust reflected in them.

'I love you,' he mouthed. She smiled at him. She looked up at Logan and saw sadness and envy mixed in with the lust. She reached up and pulled him to her.

"We love you as well, Logan. Never forget that," she whispered into his ear. While it was the truth, it was something that she knew she could never tell Logan in real life and it was a relief to say the words out loud, even if it was only to a dream Logan.

"I love ya both so much," Logan gasped. He could feel the tears starting but forced them back. He felt Scott's hands roaming his body and his thrusts grew stronger and faster. It wasn't long before Jean reached her climax and passed out from the strength of the orgasm.

Logan knew it would take longer for him to climax due to his earlier culmination in Scott's mouth. He glanced over at Scott, whose erection had come back in full force. He watched as Scott reached down and gave himself a few jerks.

Scott looked up and saw Logan watching him. He smiled and spread his legs in invitation. After all, this was only a dream, he didn't have to be strong and emotionless, he could indulge in fantasy.

"Are ya sure?" Logan asked.

"Hell, yes. Come here, Logan. I want to feel you inside of me."

Logan pulled out of Jean and crawled over to Scott. He settled down next to him and ran his gaze over the long form of the X-Men field leader.

"Yer so beautiful," he whispered. Scott snorted in surprise. He reached up and pulled Logan down to him.

"No, I'm not," he said, just before kissing Logan.

Logan soon found that Scott's talents with his mouth and tongue were not just limited to oral sex. The man was an expert at kissing. Logan drowned in the sensations that Scott was causing in him. Scott pulled away and stared into Logan's eyes.

He knew Logan's eyes were blue, but without his glasses they became a bright blue, the color he imagined the sky to be. Logan looked into warm velvet brown eyes. He had often wondered what color they were. He made a mental note to check the computers when he woke up, and if Scott's file didn't say he would find a way to ask Jean.

"Fuck me, Logan," Scott said.

Logan grinned at him. "In time, Fearless. In time." And urgency Logan might have felt had been taken care of earlier and he was determined to take his time with Scott. He would have taken longer with Jean, but it had been clear that she had been in no condition to wait.

His mouth wandered over Scott's face and down his neck. He finally reached Scott's collarbone where Jean had bitten it earlier. There was dried blood around the wound and Logan sucked on the area until fresh blood was flowing. He savored the flavor of his lover.

"Logan," Scott moaned. Logan grinned against his neck and moved further down Scott's chest. He reached the small brown nipples and flicked a fingernail across one. He watched the shivers pass along through Scott's muscles. He lowered his head and took one of the hard nubs between his teeth. He flicked it with his tongue and then started sucking on it, while his fingers played with the other one.

Scott's back arched up, trying to get more sensation. It became clear that Logan wanted to play. Scott had to admit that he never imagined Logan as a tease. He always saw him as a feral lover, but Scott was not disappointed in this version.

Logan switched sides and started to lave attention on the other nipple. "Logan, please," Scott groaned.

Logan ignored the entreaty and focused only on the body underneath him. It was thrashing in a very delightful way. He used his body weight to hold down Scott's. He started down Scott's torso and ran his tongue along the edges of muscle that was clearly defined under the sleek skin. He stopped for a moment to dip his tongue into Scott's navel before moving further down.

When he reached Scott's cock, he stopped and looked up. Scott's head was thrown back and he was whimpering. Logan turned his head and saw Jean watching them with a smile. He turned his attention back to the man he had been lusting after for years. He dropped his head and ran his tongue along the underside of Scott's cock.

Scott hissed. His body felt like it was on fire. It seemed as if Logan knew every sensitive spot on Scott's body. "Logan, I need you in me. Now!" "Yer pushy, Cyke, but I guess ya been good long enough." Logan looked around for some lubricant, but none was evident.

Jean reached out and grabbed his hand. She pushed it between her legs. He looked at her in surprise, but then he felt her wetness. He sank three fingers into her and she moaned as he fucked her with his fingers. He pulled them out and she moaned with disappointment, but her disappointment soon took a back burner as she watched Logan prepare her husband.

Logan made sure his fingers were well coated with Jean's wetness before he started on Scott. He pushed one finger into Scott as he watched his face carefully for any signs of pain. He thrust his finger in and out, spreading Jean's juices around as much as he could.

When he felt Scott loosen around his finger he added another, repeating his actions until three of his fingers where imbedded in Scott's ass. He felt around for the hard nub he knew was there and when his fingers found it, they pressed.

Scott's hips lifted off the bed in a violent motion and a cry fell from his lips. Logan grinned and pressed again.

"Get your cock in me, now!" Scott snarled.

"This is one time I'll be more than happy ta follow orders, Boss." Logan rose up and positioned himself. He pressed in slightly until he felt resistance. "Ya tell me if I'm hurtin' ya."

Scott's response was to grab Logan's ass and press down as his hips rose off of the bed. Logan soon found himself deeply imbedded in Scott. Logan hissed at the tightness that surrounded his cock. He didn't move to let Scott adjust to him.

Scott's hips thrust upwards. "Move, Logan," he growled. Logan fought back a grin. This was definitely not the fearless leader he had known. The Scott he had always seen would never growl or snarl. He definitely liked the pushy Scott, at least pushy in this situation. He reared up and lifted Scott's hips so that his thighs could slide under Scott and Logan was sitting on his heels so that he could get greater thrusts while watching Scott writhe.

Jean watched at Logan pounded into her husband. Scott was too busy hanging onto the bedsheets to do anything about his own erection so she decided to help him. She crawled over to him and sucked his cock into her mouth. He bucked up into her mouth and then down onto Logan.

Scott groaned at the double sensations. He wasn't sure if Logan and Jean were trying to kill him, but he figured that if they were, there were definitely worse ways to go. He couldn't figure out if he should thrust up into Jean, or down onto Logan.

Jean could taste Scott's pre-come and knew he was close. She pulled off of him and straddled him facing Logan. She sank down on him and she heard her husband yell as he was encased in her wetness. She reached up and pulled Logan to her. She kissed him and shared the faint flavor of Scott's pre-come. She felt Logan's tongue searching her entire mouth for every last hint of Scott. Scott could no longer fight the sensation of fucking while being fucked, and gave into the tide that crashed over him. He screamed and passed out from the shear force of sensation.

Logan pulled his mouth away from Jean's and howled as the feeling of Scott's ass clamping down on his cock milked every last drop of his orgasm from him. The feeling of Scott erupting inside of her and the look on Logan's face as he reached climax help take Jean over the edge and she collapsed against Logan as all of her strength left her.

She rested against Logan for a few moments before pulling off of her husband and curling up against him. She watched as Logan pulled his softened cock from Scott's ass. Logan looked at the two people he loved curled against one another and felt a stab of pain in his heart.

She saw the look of sadness cross Logan's face and she held out her hand. "Come lay down, Logan. Please?" Logan took her hand and laid down on the other side of Scott. Jean smiled at him. "There, now it's perfect." She held onto his hand and she rested their clasped hands on Scott's stomach. "Sleep, Logan. We'll be here when you wake up."

Logan watched as Jean quickly fell asleep. He watched his two lovers for a time before succumbing to sleep himself.

Scott woke slowly and frowned at the stiff front of his sweatpants. He had to think for a moment about why he was wearing sweatpants to bed, when he finally remembered that the heater had been acting up and the mansion had been extremely cold the night before.

He threw back the cover and slowly got out of bed so as not to wake Jean. He shuffled into the bathroom and shut the door. He turned on the light and looked down. He groaned and rolled his eyes. He hadn't had a wet dream in years and it appeared that he had, had a doosy.

All of a sudden memories of his dream flashed through his mind. He glanced up into the mirror and looked at his reflection. To his surprise there was no mark on his collarbone. The dream had been extremely realistic. His eyes closed in disappointment that everything that had happened with Logan had not been real.

He peeled the sweatpants off and threw them in the hamper. He turned on the water as hot as he could stand and he climbed into the shower. Hopefully the hot water would wake him up enough to deal with whatever crisis the Professor had discovered overnight.

Jean stretched and rolled over, coming fully awake when she didn't roll into her husband. She ran her hand over his pillow and felt a slight amount of heat, which meant that he had only gotten up a short time before. She heard the shower turn on and grinned. Scott was not a morning person, he needed a hot shower and at least two cups of coffee before he was even remotely human. It was one of the reasons he got up so much earlier than the rest of the team. He didn't want them to see him grumpy and grouchy. He thought it would undermine his authority with the team. Jean personally thought that Scott was cute when he was all grumbly but she would never convince him of that.

She rolled onto her back and tried to sink back into sleep even if it was for only a few minutes, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. It suddenly hit her what it was. Logan was missing. She looked around the room and wondered if it had really been only a dream. She heard the shower cut off and she got out of bed and entered the bathroom. She perched on the vanity and waited for Scott to exit the shower stall. He opened the curtain and grabbed a towel. Her eyes immediately went to his collarbone. She reached out and ran her fingers over the unbroken skin. Scott reached up and grabbed her hand in a loose hold. She looked up into his eyes.

"You had the dream too, didn't you?" he asked. She nodded.

"It felt so real, Scott," she whispered.

"I know." He rested his forehead against hers. "It was pretty hot though," he smirked. Jean couldn't help but laugh in response.

"Yeah, it was that. So, was I projecting or were you?"

Scott pulled back and looked at her in shock. "You think that my mind could come up with something that twisted? I'm the one who has no imagination remember."

She slapped him lightly on the arm. "Who are you? My husband is never this awake this early in the morning."

Scott shrugged. "I don't know, Jean." He became serious. "Is there an ache inside of you? Like something is missing and you need it really badly?"

"Yeah. It's Logan. I think that dream showed us what we could have with him. I know we both want it."

"But does he want *us*? We know he wants you, but he has shown no signs of wanted me as well."

Jean jumped off of the vanity and pressed herself against the front of her husband. "I think he wants you. I've seen him watching you in the Danger Room and he hasn't been watching your moves. Well, except for the moves your ass makes in that uniform."

"Hey!" Scott said in feigned outrage. "A wife shouldn't say such things to her husband. Seriously though, I think we need to talk tonight about what we should do about Logan."

Jean nodded. "Now get outta here so I can get ready. Isn't it your turn to make breakfast?"

Scott groaned. "Don't remind me." Jean grinned at him and sent him off to get dressed.

Logan woke slowly and blinked against the sun streaming into his window. He looked around his room and sighed. He knew last night was too good to be true. Jean had been right, it had only been a dream. A part of him wished that he had not given into the dream, it was agony to know what he could never have in reality.

He got up out of bed and went in to take a shower. He stood under the hot water for a long time, while he tried to control the pain he was feeling in his soul. He finally got out of the shower when the water started turning cool. He got dressed and left his room.

He made his way to the control room to fulfill the mental promise he had made himself during the dream. He sat down at the computer and pulled up Scott's file. He quickly scanned the file and found what he was looking for. 'Eye color: Brown'. Logan thought back to the dream, warm brown eyes staring into his full of love and lust.

He fought back tears and quickly collected himself and went upstairs to join the rest of the team for breakfast. When he arrived he found most of the team already there. He mumbled hello and sat down without looking at Scott or Jean. He ate quickly and left without another word.

Scott had scheduled Danger Room training an hour after breakfast and he was in the locker room changing into his uniform when Logan came in. Scott pulled on his pants and glanced over at Logan. Logan quickly looked away, but not before Scott saw where he had been staring. Logan's gaze had been focused on his collarbone.

He quickly finished dressing and went to find Jean. He found her talking with Rogue and Bobby. He walked over to her and took her arm in his hand.

"Jean, can we talk for a moment?"

Jean looked up at him with a question in her eyes. "Sure, Scott." She turned back to the others. "I'll be right back." Scott led her into an empty room and he shut the door behind them. "Scott, what's going on?"

"I think we might have projected a little more than we thought."

"What do you mean?"

"Logan came into the locker room while I was changing. I glanced over at him and he was staring at me."

"So? I told you, he watches you all the time."

"No, he was staring at me right here." He pointed to his collarbone.

"Are you sure?" she asked with wide eyes.

"I'm sure." He caressed her face. "I'm also sure about what I saw in his eyes before he turned away."

Jean waited for him to answer, but when none was forthcoming she said in exasperation, "well?"

"He looked sad, envious, and also turned on. I think you're right. I think we should talk to him later today."

Jean grinned. "After the session we find him when he is alone. We lock him in a room and convince him that we want him. That we love him."

"Sounds perfect to me."

Hours later Jean and Scott stood outside of one of the reading rooms.

"You're sure he's alone in there?" Scott asked.

"Positive. It's now or never, Scott."

"Let's do it."

Scott opened the door and motioned Jean in before him. He closed the door and locked it behind him. They walked over to the couch where Logan was sitting staring out of the window.

Logan heard them enter the room but didn't turn to face them. "Somethin' ya want?" he asked.

Scott and Jean sat on either side of him. "Logan, we need to talk," Scott started.

Outside of the room Betsy Braddock's face broke into a smile. The Professor would be happy to hear how well his plan had worked.
THE END